Grey days

November 19, 2017

These days
Of Grey skies
And black mornings
Make mourning seem
An okay thing
But mourning what?
The lost summer sun?
The dreams of love?
The days of fun?
Goodbye to them all
Now dreary days
And darker nights
Empty. Alone. Hollow.
What once stood
And reached for the stars
Is left empty
And covered in scars

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